And so the winter dies with a blast of icy wind
Like a mournful cry, it's giving up the ghost again
Another sheet of snow melts away to gold and green
Look at Peter go, he's racing to the tomb to see
Where has my Jesus gone?
He is not dead
He is risen
Risen indeed
And now the flowers bloom like a song of freedom
Behold the earth is new, if only for the season
And so the seed that died for You becomes a seedling
Just put your hand into the wound that bought your healing
And let your heart believe
He is not dead,
He is risen
Risen indeed
And the rain will fall on the furrow
It immerses the earth in sorrow
Mary, the sun will rise again
Mary, the sun will rise again
Daughter, listen, listen
Daughter listen
He speaks your name
And Father Abraham could not have dreamed of this
Could never understand the end of all those promises
How all the pieces fit, every star and grain of sand
Is safely hid in Jesus' hand
Let every tongue confess
He is not dead
He is risen, risen
He is not dead
He is risen
Risen indeed
Oh Mary, the sun will rise again
Mary, the sun will rise again
Daughter, listen, listen
Daughter listen
He speaks your name
